Greed, p.12
Greed, page 12
“Ten!” she shrieks. “Fuck no!”
I roll my eyes and tug her off the machine. Pointing at a mat, I challenge her with a single look. “Ten and I’ll take you out.”
Her anger fades. The only places we’ve been are to my apartment building, the gym there, and my parents’ house.
“Where?”
“I was going to get another tattoo. Want to come?”
Her brown eyes gleam with excitement as she sits her pretty ass on the mat. “Of course I want to come. Can I get a tattoo too?” She lies down and stares at me with such hope in her eyes.
“If that’s what you really want,” I tell her. “No one’s stopping you, babe.”
She furls her brows together as she contemplates this and kicks her long leg up. “One. I’m thinking I want words.”
I laugh, folding my arms over my chest. “Kill them all? You say those words a lot.”
Her eyes roll hard as she does another scissor kick. “Two. How about ‘fuck you’?”
“Where are you going to put these awful words?” I challenge, loving the wicked smirk on her face.
“Three.” She breathes heavily, but does another. “Four. I could put them somewhere you’ll never see.”
“You know, eventually I’m going to see everything, Sab.” I flash her a smoldering grin.
“Five.” She sticks her tongue out. “Six. Seven.”
“Right now, I can see up your shorts. Why do you think I love making you do these?”
She laughs, and her tits jiggle in her sports bra. “You’re such a dick, Micah.”
“It’s what you love about me,” I tease. “Three more. Come on. I’m enjoying the show.”
Her smile is broad as she powers through three more before sprawling out, her chest heaving. “Can you really see up my shorts?”
I smirk as I squat between her spread legs. “No, but I have a good imagination. I’ve touched you there enough times.”
Her nostrils flare, and she bites on her lip when I run my knuckle along her sweaty flesh to the bottom of her shorts. She sucks in a sharp breath when I tease my fingertip under the material along the edge of her panties.
“You’re wet,” I tease.
“I’m sweaty, asshole. Not turned on.”
Her eyes lie, though. The brown is liquid lust as she implores me to touch her.
“I bet you taste good,” I rumble. “One day, maybe you’ll let me have a little lick.”
“I’m disgusting right now,” she huffs. “You wouldn’t even want to do it.”
I arch a brow. “Is that a challenge? Because I can assure you, Sabella Gunner, I want to lick every drip of sweat from your pussy.”
Her lips part as her brows furrow. “What if you don’t like it?”
“What if I love it?”
“W-What if I get scared?” Her voice is small.
“You’re in control, baby. Tell me to stop.”
“Okay.”
My dick jolts in my shorts. Is Sabella really going to let me have a taste? “Really?”
“I want to see what it feels like.”
Fuck me. She’s never had a guy go down on her?
“Not here. Not where anyone could walk in and see you.” I stand and grab her hands. “My place.”
She lets out a squeal of laughter when I playfully drag her out of the building’s gym to my apartment. I tug her to my bedroom before tossing her onto the bed.
“Beg me,” I growl as I tear off my shirt. “Beg me to eat your slippery pussy, Sab.”
“Lick me,” she orders. “Take my shorts off and taste me.”
Gently, I pull her shorts and panties down, keeping my eyes on hers. As playful as this is, I know she could freak the fuck out at any second. I don’t want to miss any cues. Heat dances in her stare, so I drag the material away, pulling off her tennis shoes in the process.
“Show me what I get to eat,” I command, rubbing my dick through my shorts.
She parts her legs in a shy way that makes me want to hold her tight and kiss her breathless.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “Just us. Micah and Sab.”
Her body relaxes, and she bares herself to me. I take a knee in front of the bed and grip her hips. She lets out a sharp breath when I drag her closer to the edge so her ass hangs off. Her long legs settle over my shoulders. Leaning forward, I inhale her sweet musk that’s stronger after working out. As gently as I possibly can, I run my tongue along her slit.
“Micah,” she whimpers.
I jerk away, locking eyes with her. “Yeah, babe?”
“I liked that. Do it again.”
Slowly, I lick her from her slick hole to her clit. When I reach her clit, I circle it in a lazy way with the tip of my tongue, loving the way her back arches off the bed.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rumble against her pussy. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She wriggles her hips. “Then have more. You’re teasing me.”
I press a kiss to her clit before nipping at it with my teeth. She cries out and her fingers latch into my hair, tugging and guiding me to where she wants my mouth. Happily, I obey her unspoken commands. I suck on her needy clit, then push my tongue into her tight heat. I know she’ll feel so good wrapped around my cock. My dick strains in my shorts in agreement.
“More,” she breathes. “Oh God.”
I eat her pussy like a man starved. I’ve wanted to bury my face between her thighs for so long. Having her like this is a dream fucking come true. I’m barely getting started when she comes with a scream. Her body thrashes wildly as she chases her intense orgasm.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “Damn, Micah. You’ve been holding out on me.”
I laugh as I rise to my feet. “I’ll snack on your sweet pussy any time you like, baby. All you gotta do is ask.”
Her eyes are lust-filled as she devours my chest and lingers on the way my dick fights to break free of my shorts. I’m hopeful she’ll want to fuck. Based on the way she watches me, she’s close. I just need those words. Her mouth opens as though she might say them when I hear the front door open.
“Micah,” Mason calls out. “Where the fuck are you?”
Sab’s eyes grow wide as she snaps her thighs closed.
“Dude,” I bark out. “I’m eating my girl’s pussy. Privacy man. Hold the fuck on.” I storm over to the door and slam it before stalking back over to Sabella. Her eyes are wide with fear. I hate that Sebastian made her afraid of every-fucking-thing. Pulling her to her feet, I take her face in my hands and rest my forehead against hers. “That was the best moment of my entire life,” I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. “Let me deal with him and you grab a shower. Tonight, I’ll take you to get a tattoo.”
She nods, her entire body trembling.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stealing another kiss.
“I will be.”
This time, I kiss her deeper, letting her taste herself on my tongue. A sweet moan escapes her, making my dick sad as fuck that it won’t be getting any attention. Thanks a fucking lot, Mason.
I break away from her and give her bare ass a playful swat. “You’re beautiful.”
Her brown eyes shine with delight. “So are you.”
As soon as she disappears into the bathroom, I exit my bedroom and find my best friend sitting on the couch like he owns the fucking place.
“What?” I demand.
He smirks. “Just checking on your broody ass.”
“You really like this girl,” Mason notes. “I’ve never seen you so eager to get me the hell out of your presence so you could go back to eating pussy. She must taste like heaven. You going to introduce me?”
“Fuck off. Don’t even imagine what my girl tastes like or I’ll rip your fucking tongue out.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Dude, I’ve got Megan. And she loves my tongue. I’ll be keeping it, thank you very much.”
“Are we done here?” I groan.
“Never. But I’ll let you get back to your mystery girl.” His playfulness fades as a malevolent expression crosses over his face. “Unless it’s my fucking sister in there.”
“This shit is getting old. If you paid attention to anything she does, you’d know my young dick isn’t her type,” I snap, suddenly irritated.
“What the fuck does that mean? Is there some older fucker I need to kill? Because I will.”
I believe him. And Mason isn’t half as psychotic as Wrath. What happens when Wrath finds out I am completely fucking in love with his sister?
Fuck.
It’ll be war.
Bring it on, motherfucker. I’m not letting her go.
“I think you need to ask your sister.”
“I’m asking you.”
“Bye, Mason,” I bite out. “Lock the door behind you, asshole.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. I shouldn’t have to be the one telling you what the hell is going on with Evie. You should already know.”
“Fine. I’ll fucking ask her.”
Good luck with that.
Sabella
Lying on Micah’s bed at his parents’ house, I can’t help but feel alone. I miss him and I’m worried. He told me they’d been summoned by God’s dad to some Elite meeting. He seemed unsure, which put me on edge.
Is it about Sebastian?
That bitch Lillian who keeps messing with everyone?
Almost every day, he comes over with more tales of how this bitch is terrorizing everyone. It makes me want to escape my tower and go hunting. See how she likes a shotgun to the fucking face.
I smile as Eminem shouts about how he’s “gonna kill you.” Eminem totally gets me. His anger is one I can understand and commiserate with.
Lifting my arm that’s not casted, I look at the tattoo on my forearm.
You can break me, but you can’t end me.
Every time I see those words, my inner fire flames brighter. Hotter. Fiercer. Micah got a tattoo that night too. His was letters, but he won’t tell me what they mean.
MMG
They were black letters inside one of the horns of a tattooed animal skull that already existed on his flesh between his pectoral muscles. When we lie in bed watching movies, I run my fingertip over them.
God, I want him here.
What’s taking so long?
Reluctantly, I drift off, fantasizing about his tongue he’s put on me a few times since that night at his apartment.
I wake with a start when I realize someone is in the bedroom. Panic seizes my lungs, making me gasp for air. Sitting up in bed, I jerk my head toward the doorway. I don’t know what I expect to see. Sebastian. Phillip. Someone.
Not the person I want to see.
Micah.
He’s freshly showered and wearing only a towel low on his hips. The red light makes his flesh seem pink. I drag my gaze along his tattoos to the way his oblique muscles flex as he walks. Seeing him in only a towel makes me feel too exposed.
“Sabella,” he rumbles, his voice gravelly. His eyes have a manic quality to them that sends a chill through me. Not a chill of fear. One of excitement.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
He prowls my way, an evil smile on his face. His legs stop at the edge of the bed. “We killed her,” he whispers, as though he barely believes the words. “Lillian. She’s gone.”
Lillian.
The psychopath whose ruined everyone’s lives.
The one who orchestrated so much pain and heartache.
I scramble over to him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Thank God.”
He snorts. “Literally. God’s dad wanted her gone for fucking with his son. We just all happened to benefit from her demise.”
“I’m so happy the bitch is gone,” I cry out, relief flooding through me.
Our mouths meet for a desperate kiss. When Micah grabs my ass with both hands, I don’t even flinch. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist, eager to get closer. He climbs into the bed with me latched to him and rests me on my back. His tongue dives into my mouth, hungrily seeking mine. The moment he grinds his cock against me, I freeze.
Don’t do it, Sabella.
Don’t freak out. Not now.
A whine crawls up my throat. Terror clutches at me from the inside. Darkness eats away at the edge of my vision.
“Baby,” Micah growls. “Look at me. Right now.”
My eyes drag to his. I get lost in the depths of his warm, dark brown eyes.
“It’s just me,” he murmurs. “You’re safe.”
He starts to pull away, and I burst into tears.
“D-Don’t go,” I beg.
“Shhh,” he croons, pressing kisses to my lips. “I’m not going anywhere.”
While my heart rate slows, he kisses me with small pecks, his eyes never leaving mine. The love I have swelling up inside me for this man is unlike anything I’ve ever felt for anyone. It has me wanting to wage war with my inner demons so I can get to him. I want this with him. I have to find a way to make it happen. Tapping into my bravery, I cradle his face with my palms.
“Micah, take my panties off.”
His eyes darken as he searches my face. “What do you want, baby?”
“You. Us. This.”
Slowly, he pulls away, then drags my panties down my thighs before ridding me completely of them. “What else? I need to know.”
“You,” I breathe. “Inside me. I want you to…um, make love to me.”
He flashes me a lopsided grin. “You’re beautiful.”
Relief floods through me. He always says the right things to calm me down and make me feel wanted. “You’ll be beautiful too if you take that towel off.”
His smirk chases away any doubt lingering in my mind. When he pulls away his towel and shows off what he’s been packing this whole time, I gape at him.
“Nice dick,” I tell him with a giggle. “It’s big.”
He laughs, warming me to my core. “You sure you can handle me?”
“Oh my God,” I groan. “Your dick is big, but your ego is massive.”
“You should take off your shirt and let me see your tits, baby.” He pins me with a deep, loving stare. “If you want to.”
I peel away my shirt, revealing all my mottled, naked flesh to him. “I want to.”
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t flinch or act as though he’s hiding his real thoughts. Even with my scars, he really thinks I’m beautiful. His body slowly prowls over mine, his heat warming me. When his lips meet mine, he rubs his dick along my slit.
I’m trying desperately to remain in this moment with him, but terror is once again murdering my happiness. I let out a whine as my fingernails dig into his flesh. Hot tears burn in my eyes. I nearly let out a sob of defeat, but then we’re rolling.
“Sabella,” Micah barks out in a deep, commanding voice. “You’re always in control. I’m yours.”
With his concerned stare on me and him lying on his back as I straddle him, I can’t help but feel somewhat better. It’s just Micah. No monsters. Only us. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I grab his thick cock. I sit up on my knees and tease his tip along my wetness. Despite the fear in me, Micah turns me on. Using his dick, I smear my juices all around, before sinking down over his length. We both groan at the sensation.
“Jesus, baby,” he hisses. “I knew you’d feel good, but damn. Not like this. Never could have dreamed this in a million years.” He reaches out and massages my clit with his thumb. “Now, move your hips, beautiful. Fuck me the way you want.”
I bite on my lip as I work my hips. He increases the pressure on my clit, making me tighten around him. His other hand reverently touches my breast. When he pinches my nipple, I cry out. Micah is an expert at what my body loves, drawing out an orgasm within seconds. I choke on my pleasure, shuddering wildly. Once I’ve come down, his palms slide to my ass as he urges me to move. I rest my palms on his chest and allow him to use me to fuck him. My tits bounce with the movement. Being with him is the best thing I’ve ever felt. He takes me to a new world—a world where only the two of us exist. His fingers bite into the flesh of my ass, then he’s grunting out his release. Heat floods my insides. I’m too exhausted to remain upright and fall against his sweaty flesh. His fingers rake through my hair in a sweet way.
“Sabella,” he whispers against my hair. “I need you to know something.”
Lifting up slightly, I look into his dark eyes. “What?”
His palm cradles my cheek. “I fucking adore you. Being with you makes me so damn happy. To the point I feel maddened by it. Like I can’t imagine not having you. I’m sorry.”
A laugh bubbles up inside me. “I adore you too. You can’t be sorry for wanting to be with me. I’m not sorry for wanting to be with you.”
He frowns. “I hate that this is all a secret. I’d shout it from the motherfucking rooftops if I could. I’d deal with the wrath of your brother. It’d be worth it. You’re worth it.”
“Soon,” I murmur, hoping to God it’s a true statement. I want nothing more than to leave this prison and be free with my man.
Sliding off his softening dick, I sidle up next to him, clinging to him. Our legs are tangled, and I’m soaking his thigh as his cum leaks from me.
“We didn’t use a condom,” he mutters. “I’m fucking sorry about that too.”
“Stop being sorry,” I tell him, kissing the side of his neck. “I’m not.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
“You plan on leaving me anytime soon?” I ask, holding him tighter.
“Hell no,” he growls. “I…we should be more careful. You’ve been traumatized enough without me adding to it.”
“I’ll get on birth control,” I tell him. “Stop worrying.”
“But what if…?”
“I’ve dealt with a lot worse shit in my life,” I grumble. “On the off chance you got me pregnant from the one time we had sex, I’ll live.” I run my fingers along the MMG on his chest. “It’s you I can’t live without.”
His hand captures mine over his tattoo. “I’m far too greedy for that, Miss Mayhem. I want my cake and I want to eat it too. Whatever lovely package you come in, I’ll take it.”
